After leaving the house, Song Qingyou remembered to ask Chen Lan how she had entered the room in the middle of the night.
"Did Sister Lan break the lock and come in?" she asked jokingly.
"There's no need to pick the lock." Chen Lan patted her bag.
"I went to the front desk of the hotel to get a spare room card. Fortunately, they knew me. I left my ID card there and the front desk gave it to me."
Song Qingyou nodded and looked down at Zhizhi in the cat bag.
"Why does Zhizhi look so listless? He was fine this morning."
"Maybe he didn't sleep well last night."
Song Qingyou knew that she had some stress response.
For example, she would hold on tightly to something in her hand before going to bed.
Last night, when she fell asleep in a daze, Zhizhi was pressed under her hand.
Fortunately, he was not injured.
The two of them walked into the elevator as they talked.
